English, I Know You ... You Are

My Page Was Too White My Ink Was Too Thin The Day Wouldn't Write What The Night Pencilled In.

You Are Locked Into Your Suffering And Your Pleasures Are The Seal.

If Your Life Is A Leaf That The Seasons Tear Off And Condemn They Will Bind You With Love That Is Graceful And Green As A Stem.

I Want To Be Paid For My Work, Not Work For My Pay.

You Live Your Life As If It's Real.......a Thousand Kisses Deep